June 16th 2006
Poem by Angela Cunnane
Angela Cunnane writes, "Can't say I'm much of a poet really but I was compelled to write this last year after my friend's daughter was killed by a drunk driver. I got sick of people saying she was in a "better place" when all her family and friends wanted was to have her here, not in that better place. I won't be offended if you don't post it." It's OK Angela - it's an interesting idea (Ed.)
I love selfishly in "my Place"
I think you'd agree that most major religions believe,
That those who are good here on Earth go to a better place.
I have to say though that I selfishly want those I love to stay here,
here in this "my Place"
In "my Place" there are tears and tragedy, fear and pain,
but once again I prefer it for my loved ones than that better place.
In "my Place" those I love could not be loved in any place
as I love them here, where I can see their face, smell their hair
and watch them grow.
So although those we have lost are certainly in a better place,
I wish to God they were here in "my Place"
So we could touch them, smell their hair and watch them grow.
But until we all join those already in that better place,
We bide our time and love those still here,in "my Place"
Because, after all there really is no option,
not whilst there are still those we love here in "my Place"
OK, I really am not a total doom and gloom merchant but I only seem able to write poems when I am sad, sorry, I\'ll try and be more upbeat one of these days. Angela Cunnane Plano Texas.
Only if you love me.
Don't ask me how I'm feeling; you really don't want to hear,
About the night terrors that engulf my days.
Don't ask me who I am. you really don't want to know,
About the deep black hole that is me.
Don't look at me and see a woman, a mature woman, a middle aged woman,
See me as I am, my mother's child, God's child, my husband's child.
Don't look at me and see brains, beauty or balls,
See me as I am. Stupid, ugly and weak.
Don't touch me and feel my softness,
It betrays me, I want to be hard.
Don't touch me and walk away,
I need you to stop me falling, out of my life.
Do love me, despite my darkness, my dependence,
my stupidity, my ugliness, my weakness.
Do touch me and feel my softness for you and
hold me to stop me from falling out of your life.
But only if you love me.
Dear Ed, just for fun...
I get your emails, you seem like a mate
Magnetic Island, Lord you make it look great
So, if ever I come up on the lotto
And manage not to stay blotto
I'll jump on a plane
Then a ferry I'll claim
And visit Nirvana Down under